Who hasn’t been haunted by these romantic dreams of such emotional depth and love? The ache of hope that dreams become reality. So beautiful, yet so sad. Le sigh…
When dreams pull me under
I call out across the ocean
You meet me at the shore
and there is nothing to hold to
but silvery shadows that cross
and uncross in our slumbering sea.
I bend to you fragile as sea foam
tossed in wind rifts released
from unfastened hands.
This is how I love you
a prisoner of repetition
like endless waves you come and go.
art by Victor Bauer